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letra de doorz - derez de'shon

[intro]
808 mafia

[chorus: derez de’shon]
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
i said please don’t slam my doors
treat it like it’s your’s
pull up in that porshe
hop out like oh lord
these are not the stores
this ain’t michael cores
you see these double g’s, this that sh-t you can’t aford
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors

[verse 1: derez de’shon]
pay attention
listen
30 seconds pass, i ain’t heard no ticking
that’s that roley on me
spent like 40 on it
got like 40 on me
and that 40 on me
b-tch, these not in stores
copped [?] jordans
had them two weeks fresh out the [?] before you got your’s
b-tch, i did my chores
and my b-tch is foreign
so when you see me with her, she just toured
i want all kind of money
talking ’bout all type of money
sh-t i buried in the backyard, forgot all about money
i’m serving n-ggas dummies
especially if they country
got 8 bricks but it was really 4
hah that’s funny
[chorus: derez de’shon]
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
i said please don’t slam my doors
treat it like it’s your’s
pull up in that porshe
hop out like oh lord
these are not the stores
this ain’t michael cores
you see these double g’s, this that sh-t you can’t aford
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors

[verse 2: young thug]
maserati or the phantom today
young n-gga wanna hit it from the back, just like a balcony, bae
man, young n-ggas running round, them slimes, they want that ammo today
i got your main b-tch crushing my d-ck, i feel like captain today
f-ck on me, suck on me, f-ck on me, suck on me as i just ride through the hood
girl, you know you want that wood
keep that, that sound good?
hickery d-ckery, diamonds from tifany
b-tches wanna suck on me, k!lling me
litterally, litterally, f-cked this b-tch, no [?] no felony
you play with young thug, i want some spaghetti
my n-gga real, no snitch, but he telling me
to keep you a pistol, [?] me
[chorus: derez de’shon]
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
i said please don’t slam my doors
treat it like it’s your’s
pull up in that porshe
hop out like oh lord
these are not the stores
this ain’t michael cores
you see these double g’s, this that sh-t you can’t aford
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors
please don’t slam my doors

- derez deshon

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